The Richardson Brothers

I sent a planetary distress call a few days ago. I received this reply and well, there's good news and bad news.

"Mayday, mayday, mayday! Come in, anyone, or anything! This is Jim Richardson, the Lake Superior Aquaman of Duluth, Minnesota, USA, transmitting a planetary distress call from the M-Class planet Earth..."

Diss track about my short friend Bailey. Music: "Young Thug Type Beat 2018 - 'Sippin' | Trap Instrumental 2018" by MADEBYFLOWERZ

"Bar Fight" is a science fiction vignette in the style of William S. Burroughs. It reads like a hard-boiled noir tale of a private eye tailing a crooked cop to the bad part of town, ending in a scene of shocking violence -- except the private eye is an interdimensional traveler in a space suit, the crooked cop is the god Osiris (now a beat cop for Jehovah), and the bad part of town is a bar in Limbo. I performed this through a megaphone, even though I was speaking very quietly, because it gives the feel of a distant transmission. The video has a surreal shuttering effect which was unintended but I like it. I recorded this a couple years ago but abandoned it because I thought it was silly. Now I've viewed it again and it is making me laugh, so I'm posting it. There is a gap of a few seconds in the middle as I scroll my page down.

Shootout in the home of Professor Marrow.